beautiful.. and haunting.
it was the wicked wild wind.
duy obsesses over zebras...
a breathtaking feeling of freedom, of softness, of love, of being, of peace, of everything, of everything you ever wanted to feel safe rolled into one perfect picture..
the wind caressing my skin, slipping through my hair..
tasting you on my lips, like coming home in a salty kind of way..
You change your mind so many times, I wonder if you have a mind at all
And Id rather be by myself than to have your lonesome company come to call
love this song!
pretty as a picture.
oh la la..
there are many who equate love with longing and unrequital. or loving with losing. can't passion also include in it an intrinsic quality of peace ? or must it always be a searching and yearning for more, more, more..
pretty shiny things...